"No, but are you saying I should reconsider?" he joked back easily, because that was better than bringing up how Foggy said Matt tended to surround himself with redheads. Which he didn't. Only some of the time. The statistics were exaggerated in Matt's mind. "How do you feel about white grease paint?"

He let himself be guided with her when back at the penthouse, counting the steps with her to help him memorize the space. He made sure to take steps that he normally would take, or else the count would be off for him. Once inside he let her put away the groceries how she wanted in her fridge and freezer, finishing off his iced coffee. It had helped keep him cool on the walk over, and he did like the sweet edge it had. Not too sweet now on his tongue.

"I think I'm still digesting breakfast, but maybe some waters would be good? I can help carry them." He didn't want to be utterly useless even inside. As she got the water he doted on Lucky who had joined them. "So what are you in the mood to watch? With the caveat don't make it anything you really want me to see. I can't promise I won't pass out during it." He'd try his best but he could feel sleepiness settling in even after his second cup of coffee. Not an immediate need to sleep but the body-tiredness of a long day having been had, or in their case, recovering from many.